Again, Again and Again

night blooming jasmine wafts gently along the winds of change fragranced, clinging to the repose of insatiable curiosity she remained, unperturbed by those around her no was never no, only a two letter word expelled effortlessly setting sail for distant lands unfettered by convenience sights soaring beyond any thoughts imagined once before she could invite herself into something new now she belongs, so she says, self selected so she says lots of things, some of it unclear whether she really knows much of anything or whether the weather will change with the winds of change...anticipatory she clings to her hopes of newness compounded by other things in her life...always seeking, sometimes remembering what this is all about, she peeks from circles in motion, again and again and again.